#if i can't imagine them sleeping together

[pinkgy]

how would the kings from whb react to mc wanting to have kids with them?

Hi ! Thank you so much for your request and here it is, sorry for taking so long, I got a terrible writer's block again :(

Sorry if there's any typos, I'm sleepy af right now while editing this.

𝗪𝗛𝗕 𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦 "𝗔 𝗟𝗜𝗙𝗘 𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛 𝗬𝗢𝗨"

GN!Reader but a bit Fem!Reader Coded in some parts + Parenting.

𝖲𝖠𝖳𝖠𝖭

YES

In his bath card he already mentioned something about having kids with you, so just say the word and he'll get to work immediately.

He would unintentionally rush you, but once he realizes he's being too intense he would calm down, don't blame him tho, just the mere thought of being a parent gets him excited, but being a parent with YOU gets him kicking his feet.

Satan gives off that vibe of being a great dad and he knows it, so while you're waiting for your baby to arrive He Will Not Shut Up about his abilities as a parent and how amazing he is at changing diapers, putting them to sleep, preparing a bottle, etc.

Very deep inside he would be anxious about it, he knows how much of a responsibility it is to become a parent, and with the current situation between hell and heaven he gets a bit paranoid thinking about their safety and if he will be capable of protecting them.

Overall he thinks it's your decision, and he'll be more than honored to make it reality with you.

𝖬𝖠𝖬𝖬𝖮𝖭

Just say the word, when, where, how, anything, Mammon exists to grant you any wish, there's no way in the world he would say no to you.

And no, he's not doing it impulsively, in fact, he's been thinking about it too, and you just happened to have that same thought and the perfect time.

Later he'll take the time to think about it responsibly, the only thing that Mammon is perfectly clear about is that he wants to, and for the rest, there will be time, for him those are only details.

Mammon is super respectful tho, is he excited? Yes, Is he in a rush? No. When you feel ready and both of you have everything planned, you will do it, there's no need to hurry because if there's something you have more than enough of it's time together.

Internally he's the happiest demon alive, he literally can't wait, Mammon has never slept so peacefully since you both got the idea of having kids, I swear nothing can get this man sad anymore if he gets happy just by thinking about it, imagine how he would get if he actually became a dad.

Just because he doesn't pressure you about it does not mean he won't use any chance he gets to make a comment about kids, you were checking your socials and a video of a baby showed up? He says you both would have a cuter one. You're both having lunch together and he sees a small golden plate? He says it looks like a kid's plate. In fact, he would associate anything he considered too small with children's or baby things, and would immediately assume that it's cute and that his future child would use something like that.

(He would be the best dad between the kings ngl)

𝖡𝖤𝖤𝖫𝖹𝖤𝖡𝖴𝖡

Well.

I mean, he would be excited, but just because he has no idea about what it means to be a DAD, a PATERNAL FIGURE, A FATHER.

For one moment you actually believe he's actually being serious because he gets invested, he would straight up spend the whole day talking about it, baby names, room decorations, their future plans, if they will look more like you or him, everything.

Give him two days and the information will strike him, he finally processes everything you said, and when he remembers your expression when you talked to him about your idea of having kids with him, he realizes you were dead serious.

One day out of the blue he shows up in front of you and drags you somewhere you both can be alone, and just to be sure, he asks you if you were being serious, once you tell him that you in fact were, he shuts up and leans back, you both sit there in uncomfortable silence for some minutes until he finally says that right now it's not the right time with all the mess going on in hell.

Beelzebub clarifies that he's not saying no, but he knows that it would be hard to take care of both of you while he's dealing with the angel attacks or the angels in question, he says once everything is done you both can have the biggest family on hell if you want to.

𝖫𝖤𝖵𝖨𝖠𝖳𝖧𝖠𝖭

You loving someone else and taking care of them? no wtf

That would be his first reaction, and expect him to glare at you and walk away ending the interaction, but again, that’s just at the beginning, give Leviathan a few days to process your proposal so you can have a proper conversation with him.

You will have to look for him to talk about it because Leviathan will talk to you about ANYTHING but that, just catch him off guard and sit him down so you can know what's in his mind.

On the one hand, he thinks it would be nice to be a dad and have a baby that he can give the childhood he couldn't have, plus he wouldn't share this with just anyone, it would be with you, and that's something that inevitably makes him smile when no one sees him, but on the other hand, babies are dirty, they're noisy, they need a lot of care, they're delicate, and most importantly, they take all your attention.

Everything he suffered during his childhood does not necessarily make him afraid of being a father, on the contrary, it makes him want to be the best father possible, his refusal is mostly because of all the inconveniences of bringing a baby into the world and having the constant fear of something happening to them because of the angels' attacks.

Give him time, he needs to think about it for a while so he can sort up his thoughts, Levi isn't going to say no, but he's not going to say yes either, in fact, he's not going to say anything but it'll be very clear what he needs, and he hopes you can understand him.

𝖫𝖴𝖢𝖨𝖥𝖤𝖱

He wouldn't be against it, but he would have his doubts.

Sits you down and gives you a lecture of +2 hours about how much of a responsibility it is to bring a kid into this world, he might as well bring one of the healers so they can give you a list of how delicate babies are, the amount of things they can get ill from and how careful you gotta be with them.

If you accepted even after Marbas most definitely didn't try to traumatize you, Lucifer would just slightly smile at you and hold your hand in reassurance.

We love a planned man, he already has everything perfectly planned even before they both decide it's time, he doesn't miss a single detail, and there's not a single parenting book that he doesn't have, Lucifer could be a pediatrician if he wanted to, you might think it's impossible that so much information can fit in his head.

Lucifer's doubts wouldn't be because of the security issue, he knows that he's more than capable of protecting his kid in such a way that they would never even know what a scratch is, his insecurity would be mostly because of his abilities as a father, it's not easy for him to generate attachment to someone, much less affection, and he feels that precisely because of that he feels that he may not be the ideal father for something as precious as your child.

Even though he's very confident, that thought may never leave his mind until you are both parents and at some point, he can look at his kid and feel genuine affection for them.

(He would be an amazing dad and no one can tell me otherwise)

[hsjazebel]

FRAGMENTS OF HAPPINESS

Y/n and Harry celebrate the arrival of their baby girl with a walk in the park.

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Y/n felt enveloped in the softness of her wool cardigan, which kept her company as she walked with Harry along the park path.

Every step they took together seemed like a harmonious ballet, marked by the sweet and constant rhythm of the nature that surrounded them.

The warmth of the spring sun caressed her skin, inviting her to let herself be carried away by the sensations of the moment.

Little Emma's pram moved silently in front of them, guided by Y/n's loving hand.

Wrapped in a soft and light wool blanket, the little girl slept peacefully, transmitting a sense of peace and tranquility that enveloped the entire scene with an aura of magic. Her regular and peaceful breathing was like a delicate lullaby that accompanied her parents' walk.

They found a secluded corner under the cool shade of a majestic tree, where Harry carefully spread a red and white checked blanket on the green lawn.

The softness of the cozy fabric seemed to invite Y/n and Harry to immerse themselves completely in the present moment, abandoning themselves to the beauty of the nature that surrounded them.

As Harry prepared the sandwiches with care and attention, the inviting scent of their fresh ingredients wafted through the air, enveloping their senses in a warm and welcoming embrace.

The sound of small woodland animals moving around them added a gentle melody to their peaceful walk in the park.

Y/n leaned towards Emma in her pram, gently stroking her face with her fingertips. "Look how beautiful she is, Harry," she whispered, a bright smile painted on her lips. "She is so perfect, as if she were sculpted from heaven itself."

Harry approached Y/n, placing a hand on her shoulder and letting her gaze wander into their little girl's sleeping face. "She is the most wonderful thing that has ever happened to us," he replied in an emotional voice. “I couldn't have imagined a more precious gift than her.”

Y/n smiled, her eyes bright with joy and gratitude. "We are so lucky to have her, Harry. I can't wait to share all the love we have in our hearts with her."

Harry nodded, squeezing Y/n's hand lightly in his. "And I can't wait to see everything the future has in store for us as a family. I know that together we can face anything."

The sunlight filtered through the branches of the trees, creating plays of light and shadow that danced on the green lawn.

The birds sang happily in the branches, adding a natural symphony to their sweet spring serenade. It was as if nature itself celebrated the beauty and purity of the love that bound Y/n, Harry and little Emma.

Y/n looked at Harry with eyes full of love as he carefully placed the sandwiches on her plate.

His presence next to her gave her a feeling of calm and security, as if together they could face whatever her life had in store for them.

Their bond was so strong that it seemed to defy time and space, enveloping them in an intimate and unbreakable embrace.

As they ate, they whispered about their dreams and hopes for the future.

They imagined the wonderful world they would build for Emma, ​​one of love, respect and understanding. Every word they exchanged was like a fragment of a precious mosaic, which would tell the story of their love forever.

After the picnic, Y/n and Harry decide to take Emma for a ride on the nearby swings.

The park, bathed in the golden light of the sunset, looks like a living painting.

The lush green grass contrasts with the colorful flowers blooming along the path, while the sound of leaves blowing in the breeze creates a soothing melody.

Harry gently pushes the pram as Y/n walks alongside him, the scent of spring flowers surrounding them adding a sweet note to the air.

Their laughter and whispers mix with the birdsong, creating a symphony of love and joy that fills the park.

“Look, little Emma,” Y/n says with a bright smile, pointing to the swinging swings. "One day you will be able to climb on those swings and fly high into the sky. But for now, enjoy the gentle rocking of the pram."

The swings, illuminated by the light of the sunset, seem to swing in sync with the heartbeat of Y/n and Harry.

Every movement is a preview of future adventures, of dreams to be realized and of joys to share together.

Harry joins Y/n's smile, affectionately caressing Emma's little face. "It will be amazing to see the world through your eyes, baby. Every day will be an adventure."

Sitting on a nearby bench, Y/n and Harry embrace each other tenderly, lulled by the tranquility of the park at sunset.

The sky paints shades of pink and gold as the sun slowly hides behind the horizon.

In that moment, they are pervaded by a feeling of peace and happiness, aware that their love, strong and unconditional, will always accompany them along the path of life.

[rarityroo]

modern mizu x reader who both love mornings?? could be nsfw or sfw but just imagine how relaxed both of them are from skin to skin contact, morning snuggles, and just all of that? :3

Golden hour

Modern Mizu x Gn! Reader

I’m was excited to do this, I love Mizo so much so I’m very grateful that you’re my first Mizu request! I also could pick one image for this, she’s so HSGFHHV- This is a bit short but I hope you like it nonetheless. I definitely thought of Golden hour by JVKE while writing this lol, Enjoy! 🫶🏻

The warm yellow light from the morning sun engulfed both your forms, the light catching into your eyes.

You open your eyes as the sunlight pushes them awake, and you look to see the sun sculpting your lover's face so beautifully, illuminating the curve of her cheekbones and the slight furrow of her brows, it's like witnessing a masterpiece unfold before your eyes.

Mizu stirs beside you, her eyelashes fluttering as they slowly awaken. Bright blue eyes shining brighter in the sun, you can't help but admire the way her lips part in a comfortable sigh, a small smile tugging at the corners of her mouth as she became aware of your gaze.

The intimacy of this moment, sharing the quiet peace of the morning together, fills you with a profound sense of calm.

As Mizu's eyes meet yours, the morning light painted the room in hues of soft gold, you couldn't resist tracing delicate patterns on Mizu's skin, your fingertips dancing across their collarbone like notes on a silent melody.

"Mmm, good morning," Mizu murmured, her voice gentle.

"Good morning, my love," you replied, your words delicate. "Did you sleep well?"

A soft chuckle escaped Mizu's lips, a rhythmic sound that filled the air with warmth. "With you by my side, how could I not?"

You felt a rush of embarrassment swell within you, as you nestled closer to Mizu's side, hiding your face in her neck, her warmth seeping into your skin like sunlight through leaves.

"I could say the same," you whispered, your breath mixing with hers in the quiet of the morning.

You both move closer, seeking comfort in each other's embrace. The soft press of skin against skin sends a shiver down your spine, igniting a gentle warmth that spreads throughout your body.

Wrapped in each other's arms, you revel in the sensation of closeness, the world seems to fade away, leaving only the two of you entwined in each other.

Lost in the haze of morning bliss, you surrender yourself to the intoxicating sensation of being with the one you love.

[lostfracturess]

hi nici question what do s&c gojo and geto do to unwind after a long day and why is it me

HKJDSHKSDJHKDS imjust joking no but srs im curious what their after work routines consist of huehuehueheueueueheue :0 like do they go to the gym in the mornings or after work? who's more likely to order takeout when they don't feel like cooking? shower routines after spending all day in surgery? GOD BLESS YOU

ahahahah, of course you're the one they come home to for some unwinding time after a long, stressful day girl !! <3

nothing better than to imagine, satoru and suguru both stumbling through the door, completely drained but still looking fine as hell even sweaty and disheveled from work to blow off some steam ahhhhh.

anyway, i think this got out of hand a bit. so somethings about their "after work" routine after the cut lol:

satoru gojo

satoru comes home late, does drugs, and just spaces out for a while. when his energy returns he goes for a run, even if it's almost midnight. then shower before he starts prepping for class, grading assignments, or getting ready for surgery.

he usually just orders takeout because, let's be real, he doesn't have time to cook. if he's got some free time, though, you bet he's gaming hard. he got some crazy high scores that would blow your mind. the next day, he sleeps in late and grabs a coffee on the way to work.

when he's home earlier and not as stressed, satoru hits up some tokyo's international markets for some special ingredients and whips up a mean meal, but then would pair it with the most disgusting and cheap canned beer.

rest of the evening, he'd just read the latest neurology journals because he's just that dedicated to staying on top of his game.

when satoru is really stressed out tho, he goes off the rails in a different way. he'll meet up with his choso at his junkyard and just get completely wasted while they take turn smashing up old cars with sledgehammers and shit. (like in chapter 10, i guess?)

suguru geto

talk about disciplined. he hits the gym before work every day. after his workout and a shower, he's one of the first ones on campus, prepping for his classes or surgeries. can't start the day without a coffee from the cafeteria, though.

weirdly enough, despite being so early, he still manages to be at least 15 minutes late to class every time.

suguru and satoru are like an old married couple. Grabbing lunch together on campus is just routine for them. They don't even bother texting or anything. one of them just shows up at their usual table and waits for the other. and if one of them is running late (usually satoru, let's be real), the other has already ordered for both of them by the time the straggler gets there.

suguru heads home earlier than satoru most nights since he was on campus first in the mornings. they've both got cleaning services come through regularly. ain't nobody got time for chores when you're working like they do, but suguru has someone do his grocery shopping too since he hates that shit. he can cook and often does, but he also orders in when he's feeling lazy.

when he got free time, suguru also loves to read. his shelves are stacked with everything from philosophy and history to classic lit and poetry. but he's also a major sports nut and watches all the games he can.

they both don't really have a big social circle outside of each other, mostly bc they're always buried in work. but they make sure to get out together when they can, whether it's catching a movie or just pounding back some beers at a sports bar while yelling at whatever game is on the TV.

it's never like one of them formally invites the other out tho. it's more like one will shoot the other a text saying "hitting up the sports bar for the game tonight" and that's their way of saying "you coming or what?" without actually asking hahah. but that's just how their friendship works after all these years.

and sometimes when they're out at those bars, satoru manages to hook up and bring a girl home with him after. can't blame the man, he's got needs, yk?

suguru acts all disgusted though, especially that one time satoru straight up fucked some random woman right there in the dirty sports bar. suguru denies he's ever done anything like that himself.

yeah, right.

anyway, satoru's wild nights calmed down once he started seeing his girl yn. weirdly enough, suguru also stopped around the same time?? hmm, who knows.

[coridallasmultipass]

BroCal 4 lyfe.

So, I had this idea of Dave being nosy (I love nosy Dave), and hearing Bro talking on the phone to someone, and it's a side of Bro he's never heard, Bro is all totally mushy and in love, and Dave really wants to know who tf it is, and he's trying to put together a picture of who Bro could possibly be dating, since Bro never brings anyone home, he's always just on the phone or probably camming them. Dave tries to sneak in when he thinks Bro's got them on cam, but all he finds is Bro sleeping on the futon with Lil Cal, his computer off. It's a mystery he just can't solve.

Turns out the call was coming from inside the house.

[Trans Dave and Trans Bro.]

Image description and text below the cut:

The image is a split-panel drawing, divided by the wall between the Strider living room (Bro's room) and Dave's room, captioned with "Bro gets home. 4:37am."

On Dave's side, he's listening through the wall. He's imagining that Bro is on the phone, the way he's talking and pausing and then answering. Dave is in a loose shirt and boxers, having woken up when Bro got home.

On Bro's side of the wall, Bro and Lil Cal are laying on the futon. Bro's tenderly placing his hand over Lil Cal's chest, like lovers. Bro looks very soft and smitten. He's shirtless and has facial piercings. Lil Cal has an arm wrapped around Bro's neck, and his other limbs are draping off the edge of the futon.

Bro: Hey, baby. Lil Cal: ... Bro: How was your night? Lil Cal: ... Dave, thinking to himself: is bro actually dating someone? why havent we met? Bro, rambling on: So, listen. I've been thinkin'. About what you asked last night. My answer's 'yes.' Obviously, no one will marry us here, but what if we do our own thing? Just us. Dave, internally: wait... wtf?!

[valentine-cafe]

id like an order of tiramisu please.

Alessio seems like the kind of guy who rides a motorcycle. Imagine going on late night rides with him when you can't sleep or something stressful just happened, deciding to get a little bold and get all handsy with him on the way home... only for that to totally backfire once you're through the door. seems like you won't be sleepibg afterall eh? (gn afab reader, drabble/rq)

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“Uh-uh - stay fucking still,”

Your thighs pressing together are yanked open by ring-cladded fingers. The cool metal flushing against your supple flesh as he gives it a firm squeeze — followed by a sharp spank. Before those same fingers loop into your underwear and yank them down.

“A-l. . . Alessio,”

“Mm, I’ll give you something to whine about,”

His words breathe against your lips harshly. Tongue barely giving yours a break as he forces your head back into the cool wall of his apartment. Much like he does the rest of your body.

Dark lipstick smears across your face; the same way in which he smears your wetness across your thighs. Earning a few more whines, and a deep groan crossed with a chuckle from the depths of his throat. “Yeah? Nothing to say now, huh?”

He parts from your lips just a tad. Enough for the saliva connecting your mouths to shine clear as day.

Enough for you to see his sneer.

“And those hands? Fucking trembling just like this pretty pussy, mhhm,” his thumb presses up into your clit so instinctively and you’re bucking before he can even rub frantic circles on it.

All you earn is a click of his tongue. A tutted, “patético,” before he’s making your knees quiver. Finally feeling that tension from your heat ease from the bike’s intrusive vibrations.

“Just couldn’t keep your hands to yourself huh? Wanted me to keep you up some other way yeah baby? Yeah, I know slut.”

Metal smacks the floor as his rings are shoved off without regard. All so he can press them up against your moist slit, chuckling at the mere feel of wetness.

Another degradation. Another squirt of your poor cunt.

“Eyes on me.”

His free hand snatches the back of your head. Yanking your pretty eyes to his awaiting emerald ones, brewing with a fire that made you weak.

“Eyes on me while I teach this pretty little thing to behave.”

Squelching, squirming — all while two of his fingers fuck knuckles-deep into your quivering cunt. Curling and scissoring to remind you just how much he’ll stretch you out later. Probably bent over his bed and fucked into his mattress like the whore you are for him.

Alessio’s thumb expertly presses back into your clit, rubbing that calloused feel against the sensitive nub. Calloused like his gaze that you are forced to gaze straight into.

“A-Al - mngh — Alessio please -”

An abrupt curl against your sweet spot.

“That’s not my name.”

“P-Pappiii,”

His throat erupts in a groan and in exchange, Alessio rubs quick circles into that agonising spot. Much like his relentless touch on your clit.

All the stimulation has your chest jutting, back arching and hips desperately bucking up. Hungry for the pleasure he’s already giving you. Dripping down his hand without a care in the world. So much so that another snicker leaves his dark lip.

“Dripping huh - you gonna cum? Already?”

“Please,”

Those fingers fuck up into you mercilessly. Hand on your head slipping down to wrap beneath your chin and shove you back further. Just enough so that he can press closer. Feel your warmth. Just so as he curls and torments your sweet spot again.

The mess you leave all over your thighs has his head spinning. The way you try to grind your hips down has him grinning.

“Haven’t heard any apologies yet, cariño,” he murmurs into your ear, squeezing another finger in. “Maybe if you do I'll let you cum.”

“Please —” you gasp, teary and trembling. “P-Please papi - please I'm s-sorry hhngh - I'm s-sorry please,”

The pace slows. Suddenly his fingers press up shallowly and grind into your heat at an agonisingly slow pace. Another gasp and tears squeeze out of your eyes.

“Alessio,” you plea. “P-Papi please I w-wannaa cuummmm,”

“Wanna cum? Pobrecito, you wanna cum? Mhhm?”

His eyes droop and that deep voice of his eases into a sweet, cruel croon as his thumb stops all movements. “Aww, I don’t know baby. Have you earned it?”

More pleas is all you can appease him with. Humping down against his fingers and whining into his shoulder sloppily. Whimpering, shuddering. Calling for him in that pathetic little voice at the sluggish pace of his hand. All you can do is sob out your need and clench around him in tandem.

Yet just when you thought the high would subside. That you’d never get that needed release after your bratty behaviour —

Your eyes are rolling back. A stuttered cry leaving your lips as his hand starts moving vigorously. Thick fingers practically pounding and pulling out squelches and squirts.

“Poor little slut, crying to cum,” the hand on your jaw yanks you in and his mouth is on yours again. Aggressively, feverishly. In every way that you need and every way that makes you clench. His pierced tongue shoving straight through your lips just as his fingers continue their fucking.

When he parts is when he’s at your ear again. Panting at the mere sight of you squirming and arching.

“Oh I’ll make you cum.” He promises. “Make you cum ‘till you can’t no more. That’s what a pretty little slut like you wants hmm?”

It’s all too much for you. The tight knot in your tummy is snapping before you know it and his free hand yanks you closer by the thigh once more. Holding you still on the other that keeps pitoning upwards without a care.

“Dios, look at that.”

The mercenary groans, drawing his thrusts out just enough to see the way you creamed his fingers. How it dripples down his palm and to his wrists. The mere sight leaving him licking his lips and pumping his digits just a few times. Directly into that sensitive bundle of nerves — before he finally lets up.

Or at least, you thought he did.

“Here’s how it’s gonna work.”

Cum smears all across your thigh as he draws his fingers out slowly.

“You’re gonna walk your pretty ass all the way to my room - dripping cum like the whore you are - and bend over f’me, got it?”

Your hiccup is met with a wet spank to your pussy. To which you quickly nod your head with a gasp.

“Esa es una buena putita. Let’s fuck you to sleep after all.”

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[anisecandy]

So apparently there's another radiostatic week going on, and while I can't participate, I thought I might at least share the beginning of a wip that I hope to finish once I'll be done with my thesis~ (≧∇≦)ﾉ This part of it is sfw! But the whole thing will be like "5 times Alastor and Vox failed at sex (and one time they didn't)" lol. Silly and hopefully a little sexy. Boundaries, compromises, that kinda stuff. Kink. Gore. Being lovely-dovely.

They didn't indulge often in the classic format of dinner dates, but Alastor supposed those too had their charm, once in a while. As fun as it was to dance a night away at a respectable speakeasy, he enjoyed himself today, to the point of not even noticing when three hours of nothing but talking passed. When Vox walked him to the hotel, the sky had a deep crimson color of dry blood; if they weren't in Hell, Alastor would expect to see first stars appear. They would have reached it earlier if they just teleported there, but he found himself not minding the distance between the hotel and the uptown, even though it was more than twice the length of his daily strolls. They didn't hold hands — Alastor believed such displays were quite unbecoming for an Overlord — but their shoulders stayed flushed together almost the entire time.

"I had a lot of fun today," Vox said with a sheepish smile, once they were at the doors of the hotel.

The usually grotesque grin on Alastor's face was already morphed into something much more natural, but now it became particularly soft.

"So did I."

"Do you think you'll be able to make some time next week? I could get the tickets to that musical you mentioned. There's no way I haven't worked with the director or at least some of their actors before."

He hummed thoughtfully.

"I need to make an inventory of the hotel. But I should be done by Wednesday."

Vox snickered, before clearing his throat and nodding.

"Okay, great."

Alastor raised an eyebrow, not getting the joke.

"What has you so amused, my dear?"

"Nothing, it's just that I have a hard time imagining you dealing with something as ordianry paperwork. The closest I can get is you making the notes with some poor fucker's broken femur."

With his usual dramatic flare, Alastor pressed a hand to his chest.

"You wound me, mon cher. I would never waste good bone marrow like that!"

While Vox laughed, he blindly felt around for the doorknob somewhere behind his back. Watching his partner's bright expressions made his dry, dead heart warm up. He didn't want to look away from him yet. Still, it was quite a late hour, and while he needed very little sleep, the same couldn't be said about Vox who, to boost, woke up early every day to tend to his company.

"As lovely as tonight was, I shouldn't be holding you up any longer," he said opening the door and taking a step back, seizing him up with a last fond glance. "Goodnight, darling."

He was about to slip inside the yellow crack of light seeping from the hotel, but a hand tentatively grabbing barely more than tips of his fingers stopped him in his tracks.

"Wait, Al, before you go-"

"Yes?" He tilted his head to the side and Vox smiled nervously.

"Could I kiss you?"

His gaze grew alarmed when Alastor slid his hand away from his grasp. But he only did so to hold his hand properly, upon realizing which Vox relaxed a little.

"You may."

Of course, the one doing the kissing, once Vox closed the distance between them, was Alastor. Unless he opened his mouth, Vox's face was nothing more than a flat display. Alastor proffered it that way, though. Standard human lips, he believed, were too meaty, too wet. Disgusting, to be frank, in any context besides culinary. This, on the other hand, was nice. Sparkles passed between them and he knew his lips were going to tingle all the way to his room on the /6th/ floor. Yes, he thought, quite nice indeed.

Finally, with a squeeze to his hand and dumb, lovestrucken, endearing grin Vox stepped away.

"Goodnight,liebling," he murmured.

Alastor watched him go for a while, offering a fond shake of the head and a wave when he glanced back. Eventually Vox reached the bottom of the hill on which the hotel stood and he retreated inside, humming a little melody that couldn't decide what song it wanted to be — something by Alex Hill? Or perhaps Earl Hines? Either way, it stopped when he noticed Angel Dust and Husk at the bar.

Seeing the two sinners surprised him. It wasn't so late that it would be strange for them to still be up (although the princess did try to implement a half-baked curfew after which the bar was supposed to close), but it wasn't often that Angel could be seen and not heard. Especially when he was around Alastor's thrall. Still, as much as he felt uncomfortable with being potentially seen in a compromising situation, he didn't let it show. Snapping his fingers, he manifested a hat, which he then jokingly tipped at the pair.

"Gentlemen," he said lightly, and tossed the hat on the coat hanger, only for it to disappear in a flash of green light. A small part of him realized that he might be just a little tipsy from the wine he drank with the dinner. Just a little though.

"Uhhh, hi Smiles," Angel replied. Husk just grunted, acknowledging his presence, but not even looking up from the glasses he was polishing.

He paid them no mind and passed the lobby through his shadows. While he could have traveled all the way to his room, he opted to walk instead. The time it took to get to it on foot was about the same as the time it took to reach the closest surveillance camera. This way, Vox would call him to wish him goodnight once more like he did every day when Alastor would be just about to lay down to bed. It was a quite silly thing to plan for and he'd be utterly mortified if anybody somehow learned about it. But at the moment he didn't even feel that embarrassed, too busy enjoying the warmth filling his chest and electricity dancing on his lips.

He was just above the mezzanines when his ears caught the conversation between Angel and Husk starting anew.

"Well, so that was fuckin' weird."

His fangs grated against each other.

One moment he stood on the stairs. The next, the shadows bloomed from the ground next to the bar, like a rotten flower. His head spun like a wing of a windmill with the momentum of being pushed upward. When he leaned into Angel's personal space his chin was in the pace of his forehead and his smile turned into a loathsome scowl.

"Care to elaborate?"

The spider demon let out a high pitch curse, reflectively pushing himself as far from Alastor as possible. Unfortunately the bar stool was too small to accommodate him and he crashed to the ground. Pleased with himself, Alastor straightened up and twisted his head back into place. From the corner of an eye he could see Husk scoffing at his theatrics. Truly, that man needed to learn to enjoying the small joys of life.

"Shit, you gave me a heart attack there!" Angel gasped, climbing back on his seat. "And, real talk, what is the matter with the "Exorcist" bullshit your neck keeps doing? No fucking way there's a type of deer who can pull that off."

Alastor clicked his tongue. The Hazbin Hotel residents became way too used to his presence. While he still managed to get a raise out of them, the initial shock seemed to last shorter with each day. Maybe he should disappear for a while or two. Lull them into a false sense of security, only to reappear covered in bloody and surrounded by moppets and clouds of coffin stench. Or maybe he should just start storing his kills in the communal fridge. Either way, he didn't appreciate being treated like nothing more than a human scare chord.

"I asked you a question, my good fellow," he said dryly.

To his utter disbelief, Angel dismissed him with a wave of a hand.

"Eh, don't worry 'bout it."

His upper lip flared up, showing some of his gums and a low rumble began growing in his chest. But before it changed into a growl, Husk slammed a glass between the two of them. Angel jumped and while Alastor had much more control over his reaction, he still flinched just barely.

"Whiskey on the rocks for you, Al," Husk said, and pushed it toward him, maintaining the eyes contact. "I thought you might want a drink before going to bed." He stressed the last word and Alastor had to stop himself from chuckling. What an adorably failed attempt at diplomacy.

Angel seemed confused for a moment. Then, he noticed Husk's bristled fur and reached to pet his hand reassuringly. He turned to Alastor, spreading his upper arms a little.

"Seriously, it's nothin’. It's just that it's, well, weird as fuck to see Vox act all, like, gentlemanly and shit with ya."

That made Alastor frown a little.

"My dear, I know Hell's standards are quite low but as fond as I am of him, he's hardly a gentleman of any kind."

"No, I mean- Like walkin' ya here and then fucking off? Him and Val were always in each other's pants so you just kissing like two preschoolers gives me- the- yanno-" He snapped his fingers a few times. "The thing when somethin' feels wrong? Cognitive bias?"

"Cognitive dissonance," Husk grumbled.

Angel slapped the counter top.

"Yeah! That's the bitch!"

The mention of that repulsive moth soured all that was left of Alastor's good mood. He was aware of course that before they got together Vox wasn't exactly celibate, to put it lightly. For the most part, he didn't mind all that much. Whatever partners he had were most likely long dead or at the very least out of both Alastor's sight and mind. The same couldn't be said about Valentino. The pimp, being both Vox's friend and business partner and Angel's employer was a small, but persistent part of Alastor's life. Sometimes when they were both present at Overlord meetings he even dared to strike up conversations! Alastor had to exercise all of his willpower to remain composed in face of his vulgar, intrusive jokes and questions regarding Vox's and his relationship. It was incredibly unfair of Vox to forbid him killing Valentino. Alastor was certain him and that young lady he was in alliance with would manage just fine without that deviant. But alas, he was a good partner and respected Vox's wishes. Even if it meant having to suffer though reminders about what Vox used to be doing and with whom that stimulated both the imagination and the gag relfex. Plus, he didn't like having to share Vox's attention with another man. Especially one so flirtatious and sexually aggressive. Not that he believed Vox to be unfaithful, of course not, but it wasn't Vox that Alastor didn't trust.

His smile turned strained, which didn't escape Angel. However, he read his change of expression differently to what was actually going through Alastor's head.

"Hey, don't stress over it," he said, to Alastor's surprise trying to sound... Reassuring? "Doubt he's gonna ditch ya just 'cause ya won't have sex with him. I mean, if he was gonna to get back to Val, he'd done it long ago. They never stayed broken up for more than like two weeks before."

Alastor stared at him for a moment. Then, he burst into laughter.

"Oh dear, did you really think I'd worry about something like that? And because of that distasteful bug no less?" He shook his head and grabbed the drink Husk made for him. He drank it in one swig and pushed the glass over the counter for him to take. "Well, that truly wasn't worth wasting my time on. I should get going. Tomorrow is going to be a lot of work! Remember to have a list of the items for restocking prepared, old pal. Toodle-loo!"

He melted into the shadows before either of the two Sinners could get a word in.

When he appeared in his room, he started pacing around, not even bothering to turn the light on. It flickered to life anyway, courtesy of his shadow. Alastor didn't even notice it.

"Ridiculous," he huffed under his breath. "Me! Replaced by that fils de garce! That cheap whore! Who wouldn't even be an Overlord if it wasn't for Vox! Il vas foutrement pas fait ça—"

He took a deep breath.

He cleared his throat and forced his ears back up. Losing his temper like that should be below a man of his status. Especially over a low-life like Valentino. He let the shadow slip off his coat and hang it by the door and untied his bow. Beside, Vox would rather publicly disband his entire mega corporation than break up with Alastor out of his own volition. He was desperately and shamelessly obsessed with him. He chased after him for years and years and years. After all, Alastor was the only thing that he couldn't control, couldn't kill and couldn't have. Of course he'd be obsessed with him.

That thought made him pause. Because that was before, wasn't it? Now Vox "had" Alastor. When the novelty of it would wear off, would he in his endless greed again turn his eyes to the things he couldn't have? Things Alastor couldn't give him?

This was ridiculous. He must have been more drunk than he thought to allow himself such inane thoughts. That's right, he was simply drunk and tired. A good night rest — that's all he needed.

For the first time in months he didn't look forward to receiving a call from Vox. Suddenly he didn't feel like talking at all. But perhaps he wouldn't have to. The nighttime calls were always very short, barely fitting in entire sentences. So there was nothing to worry about. He would repeat his goodnight, and tomorrow he would wake up to the cold, slimy sensation at the pit of his stomach gone.

Simple as that.

[thoughtsonhurtandcomfort]

Shun the Light - Ch. 7 - The Garden

Slow Burn | Refuge | Decision | Mend | Hunger | Thin Mints |

Author's Notes: Thanks a bunch to everyone who has read these so far <3

Content Warnings: honestly none this time? There are some graves. That's about it.

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By the next evening Matteo is inexplicably still in the house. Feeling better after a couple days in a real bed, he gets up and does some stretches, then goes to look for his host.

Outside the sun hasn't quite set, and Matteo concludes that the vampire is still sleeping. He's at a loss for what to do.

I should leave.

The weather has improved but Matteo isn't exactly eager to be out in the wilderness again. Eventually he'll need a meal that isn't a box of cookies, and he imagines the reclusive vampire will want his peace and quiet back. But Matteo can't bring himself to walk out the door just yet.

I'll at least wait to thank him first. That's what he tells himself.

In the meantime he wanders the big old house. He doesn't open any doors, drawers, or closets, mostly to respect the owner's privacy but also a little out of fear of what he might find.

Some parts of the home are well kept while others show their age. Matteo can't help noticing the discolored rectangles of varying sizes on the walls where frames once hung, or how every mirror is covered with a sheet.

He ends up at an ornate dining room. Chunks of what was once a large, solid wood table are shoved into a pile in the corner, and all its chairs stacked against the wall and covered, leaving only a small round table with a single chair in an alcove by the window. The curtains are shut.

On the table is a small stack of opened envelopes, yellowed with age and crumpled from regular use. Each contains a folded letter, but Matteo refuses to give in to the curiosity to read them. He only looks at the fronts, which are all postmarked with dates from the 1970s and all addressed to the same person - Philip Townsend.

That must be him.

Matteo parts the curtains a little so he can look outside. The window allows a perfect view of what must have been an incredible garden, with multiple levels, walking paths, benches, and even a small fountain. All of it grown over with vines and roots and fallen leaves, as if the forest is slowly closing in around the house and its lonely inhabitant.

He slips quietly out a back door into the garden. It's a cool, clear night. As he ventures further he keeps his gaze away from the bright moon and on the stone path before him, quickly regretting coming out here without a shirt or shoes.

About halfway in he comes upon a clearing - and stops abruptly.

Matteo stares at the four graves that are framed by a circle of trimmed shrubs, the only attempt anyone has made to maintain order.

Each grave has a roughly made marker, slabs of wood engraved with names and dates.

Three are clustered closer together. They read: William Henry Townsend, Mary Esther (Bailey) Townsend, Philip James Townsend.

The fourth reads Dario Alberti.

Matteo is fixated on one of the graves in particular when suddenly he gets the feeling he isn't alone. He can feel the vampire's presence just a few feet behind him.

He turns to look at him, trying to put a coherent thought together.

"If...if he's here..." Matteo motions to Philip's grave. "...then who are you?"

[the-girl-with-too-many-ideas]

I started getting into Heaven Official's Blessing, and the similarities between Xie Lian and Guda have me sobbing.

Both were seventeen when their lives were irrevocably changed forever. Kind and naive teens, with hope in their hearts of saving the world. Only to have it all thrown in their faces in the worst ways possible. Forced to become hardened and cruel when all they want to be is kind. Sacrificing so much, even parts of themselves, only for it to mean nothing to ungrateful masses.

Two people who have taught themselves to be overwhelmingly optimistic or be crushed with the absolute horror and trauma of all that they've endured.

All I can imagine is Xie Lian being summoned as a servant towards the beginning of Guda's journey. Seeing this poor kid put in this horrific situation in which they have to save the world or risk extinction, and them accepting it with absolutely resolve and unwavering determination. Looking at them and being reminded so much of himself and the words he once uttered so long ago.

"I wish to save the common people"

Remembering leaves a bitter taste in his mouth and thinks, 'Not this child. I won't let their journey turn out like mine'.

When the singularities are resolved and humanity restored, Xie Lian is desummoned back to his own world. He is left feeling sad having to leave Guda (who he has come to see as his own child), but proud about how it all ended without them losing it all. He is happy that Guda's journey ends in an optimistic note.

Until he is resummoned during the lostbelts, and is met with the broken down shell of who Guda used to be. He is beyond horrified and devastated at the realization that not only did Guda's journey continue, but had gone down a much more horrific path than his own did.

Nothing is worse than thinking you've saved someone, only to realize that you didn't and that their fate was far darker than yours ever was.

[yeonban]

It's lovely when I read a book and some random paragraph in it hits me in the face like a train at mach speed

[deathsbestgirl]

is there a fandom word that's about shipping people as friends, no romantic/sexual context.

[mythcaels]

"I just want to see you when I wake up every morning. That's all." you know this one is for iruka & kakashi

Romantic Sentences, Vol. 2

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 pretending to be a couple for the sake of protecting each others own skin, protecting Naruto, letting Naruto have a chance at an actual childhood rather than live the life of a child soldier and all the way to where they were now. There were real feelings that dipped into their interactions now, it made things easier to sell to the civilians in this little place they had come to make their own too, in this place that these civilians had accepted them with open arms and looked after them as they were such a kind little family just trying to have their own place to survive and thrive.

It led them to this current moment and would surely lead to many more moments in the future too. This current moment though, Iruka holding his wrist and him looking between Iruka and the hand that holds his wrist so gently that he could barely pull and be free of that grasp. Iruka uttering words about wanting to see him when he wakes up every morning. Kakashi has made the couch his bed for the entire time they've been here so far, letting Iruka sleep in a bed that was easily big enough for the both of them. They weren't really a couple when this started but, they were navigating their way right into the territory of real for a bit now, this moment said that much too.

❝ I'll just wake you up. I have terrible nightmares. ❞ He's seen too many things not to have nightmares of them. Though, he's sure Iruka has his own nightmares, he's heard him get up and move about this little place that is starting to really feel like a home and not a hiding place. Knowing such a thing is what makes him slowly settle on the edge of the bed and reach up with his free hand to slide mask down off his face. Iruka sees his face daily when he disguises himself. Iruka can blend himself easier, Naruto can blend in easily enough too for the most part but Kakashi has a well known look that he has to disguise to blend in better amongst a town of civilians.

He breathes out, a long breath, the breath of a man giving into the wishes of the one he has come to care so much for. ❝ I don't mind sleeping on the couch, Iruka. ❞ He's giving the other male a chance to take back words, to escape the situation should he want to. Hand that had pulled mask down was now moving to brush pieces of hair from Iruka's face. He looked so handsome with his hair loose. Sharingan eye flutters open, burning the others current appearance into memory in the moment.

❝ you're not going to let my wrist go unless I lay down beside you on this bed right now, are you ? ❞ Again, he could easily slip wrist from grasp but he doesn't, he's a man who has already given in after all ( all he had to do was lay down beside the other male to prove that much which is what he slowly does next ). ❝ Well. I'm here now. But seriously, I am sorry if I have a nightmare and it wakes you up. I warned you. ❞

[bloodsoakeddoodles]

The differences are what makes the other so intriguing!

[shachiruka]

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[paragonrobits]

some important calvin and hobbes facts in case you haven't read the original comic strip in a long time or only absorbed stuff on it from memes and out of context bits on here:

Calvin's last name has never been given, and neither has any of his parent's names. This was actually why his uncle Max only showed up for a brief storyline; the creator of the comic, Bill Watterson, ultimately felt that while it was fine to have him as someone for his parents to talk to, it felt far too awkward to never have Max refer to them by name and he never made a return appearance.

The general tone of the comic is fairly light-hearted, with a big emphasis on goofy slapstick comedy contrasted by clever wordplay and often surprising adult-centered jokes that'll hit you like a slap. A big part of the comedy is, as Watterson put it (paraphrased) "It's really funny to me when people express deeply stupid ideas with really fancy terminology." One notable example you might have seen is that one bit where Calvin asks his mom for money to buy a Satan-worshiping rock album and his mom replies that there's nothing genuine about them and they're just putting on the attitude for shock value, and comisserates with Calvin as he deplores that mainstream nihilism can't be trusted. He concludes that childhood is disillusioning.

There is a LOT of criticism of the extreme materialism and selfish mentality of the late 80s, when the comic was initially written. This may go a long way to explain how its aged so well; much of what it criticizes resonates well with people today.

Bill Watterson views comic strips a legitimate form of artwork, and repeatedly fought to have more space to draw more beautiful and artistic backgrounds, which was a very hard fight and unpopular even with other comic strip artists. He eventually did win some compromises and a lot of Calvin And Hobbes' artwork shows it, with the use of space to indicate time as well as a sharp contrast between the often plain environments of mundane life contrasted by the wildly beautiful imagery of Calvin's imagination (which often sports realistic depictions in an art shift of sorts).

Hobbes is explicitly not an imaginary friend, by word of Watterson himself. We don't know WHAT he is exactly, and Hobbes is apparently unaware of the strange nature of his reality; people look at him and only see an ordinary stuffed tiger plushie, but he has a tangible effect on the world that would be physically impossible for Calvin to do on his own. He's apparently been around for a while, and was apparently around when Calvin was a young baby.

On that note; Hobbes has implicitly killed (notably treated as both a gag and also with the vibe of 'he's a tiger, duh') and while he doesn't do it again on-screen, he doesn't have any moral issues about it. Calvin claims that he's never had trouble bringing Hobbes to school because the last time he did, Hobbes killed and ate a bully named Tommy Chestnut and simply comments that it was gross and he needed a bath. Calvin's tried to repeat this again, but Hobbes was grossed out at the thought having to eat a kid raw and not being allowed to use an oven first, or complaining that children are too fattening.

Hobbes became gradually less human-like in body language and more like an actual cat in both body language and behavior; this was due to Watterson drawing more inspiration from his cat, who also inspired a lot of Hobbes' running gags, such as pouncing on Calvin when he got home. Several years into the syndication of the strip, Watterson's cat passed away, and he did a tribute to her with a comic strip of the two of them agreeing to try to dream together so they can keep playing when they have to sleep; Watterson's commentary (if I recall right), remarks on his cat: "We can see each other again in dreams."

[he-calls-me-kitten]

Dirty Dozen (ft. +2)

GN! MC x Pervert! OM Characters

(Cause y'all seemed to love the first one omg. Also TW: I made everyone wayy more sleazy and nasty than before so read at your own risk. MInors DNI)

Pervert! Mammon who likes to ask you for something specifically when your hands are full. "MC, lend me a few Grimm could ya?" He asks when you're in the middle of cooking.

"My hands are covered in cake batter, just take some from my back pocket."

"Are you sure it's there? Let me check both pockets." He isn't so much searching for coins as much as he's feeling and practically groping your ass. Seriously you start to wonder how it's taking him 20 minutes to find something that's right there.

Pervert! Solomon who keeps his room colder than usual when you come over for magic lessons.

"Is it too cold for you MC? I apologise, I kept it this way because some of the potions have bad reactions to heat but if you'd like-"

"I'm absolutely fine, Solomon. You worry about me too much." You smile at him reassuringly, not noticing how his eyes are so eagerly trained at your nipples perking up through your thin t-shirt.

Boner Bonus points if you allow him to hug you for some warmth. His fingers will definitely brush against your chest more than once.

Pervert! Beel who seems to make a mess whenever he's trying to help you in the kitchen. "I'm so sorry, MC. I didn't mean to spill it on your hands!"

"It's okay Beel, it's just some cream and syrup. I can just wash it off right away."

"But it's such a waste. Please allow me." He starts to thoroughly lick your fingers and you shake your head and let him knowing his fixations on food.

But he can't help it - you taste so good. He secretly wonders what you might taste like down there, drooling at the thought.

Pervert! Levi who has taken to sitting on pillows Japanese style while gaming and offers you the same. Sure enough you don't even suspect an ulterior motive.

"Did you get inspired by some human world anime again? Careful though - your legs and butt will start to cramp after a while."

"MC you're too gracious! Caring so much for an otaku like me!"

After you leave, he promptly takes the pillow you were sitting on and puts it in his bathtub. He's going to sleep on it ofc. Your scent on it helps him jerk off better.

Pervert! Belphie who now asks you to rub his belly till he falls asleep. "What's so funny?" He asks as you giggle at his request.

"Since when do you need help falling asleep?"

"I care about the quality of my sleep. And I sleep better this way."

Fortunately you believe him and don't suspect that it's because it's the closest he can get you to fondling his dick. He has such a difficult time holding in his moans and hard ons, every time your hands go even a bit lower than usual.

Pervert! Barbatos who got into sewing clothes as a hobby and specifically likes making them for you now. But you never understand why he needs to take same measurements over and over again.

"Oh? This is a different kind of design, MC. So the measurements will vary from before."

"Always making new things aren't you? You never fail to suprise Barbatos." You smile at him admiring.

The tightening of the tape around your chest and crotch are subtle. He can hardly keep it together when you praise him after all. But he has to if he wants to skim his hands over your body like this again.

Pervert! Diavolo who takes you on such long drives that you always doze off in the front seat, waking up apologetic for missing so much of the journey.

"Hahaha, it's okay, MC. We've been on this same road lots of times. I assure you, you didn't miss anything. And I like that you feel safe to sleep in my presence."

"But still, I'm so sorry, it feels disrespectful..." You apologize, not even knowing how hard he is in his pants right now.

Afterall, he can keep squeezing your beautiful thighs, maybe let his hands wander between them and imagine himself fucking you in the back seat as much as he wants, when you're asleep.

Pervert! Simeon who will have noone except you as his muse for art classes. And the themes just keep getting more erotic each time.

"Are you sure you're okay with this, MC? You don't have to do it if you're not comfortable-"

"Nonsense, Simeon. I feel super comfortable if it's you. You're a true artist after all." You say as you lay on his bed wrapped up only in bedsheets, exposing your entire back and legs.

If only you knew, this angel has thoughts dirtier than most demons. How he's practically fucking you with his eyes. How he's definitely going to jerk off into those bedsheets, moaning your name.

Pervert! Satan who loves teaching you things - standing right behind you, guiding your hands to make latte-art, or trying a new style of painting.

"That's it, nice and slow. Look how much you've improved, MC." He beams at the cute kitty in the coffee cup.

"All thanks to you, Satan. I can't wait to learn more from you." You smile at him earnestly.

He almost feels guilty for tricking you this way, but the way your hands feel in his, and your ass feels against his groin is so addicting. One of these days, he wishes could teach you to be on all fours and take his length in your pretty little mouth.

Pervert! Asmo who loves keeping your eyes on him and noone else. From elaborate performances to petty staring contests, he cannot have enough of your gaze.

"Oh you're turning red in the face, Asmo. Did I manage to flutter the heart of the Avatar of Lust?" You lean forward smiling.

"You're my only weakness after all, MC. It's your fault for making me this way." He almost moans.

You laugh and mock apologize at his antics but you don't know he's been grinding like an animal on his seat, and creamed his pants under your innocent gaze. Your undivided attention just turns him on so much.

Pervert! Lucifer who makes his desires too obvious sometimes. He'll regret it in the morning and take you to dinner to apologize but not until he's already done something dirty.

"Lucifer, it's 2 am. You need to throw away that coffee and sleep." You're practically dragging him to bed.

"Fine. I'll go sleep if you'll stay in my room tonight." He says knowing you'll comply. You care too much for your own good. He's not even going to let you sleep on the couch, no you have to stay wrapped up in his arms.

You might wake upto him groaning your name in his sleep and you might mistake it for a nightmare - not knowing how he's balls deep inside you in his dreams.

Pervert! Thirteen who likes how excited you get over her newest inventions and keeps making more things to call you over.

"And this little baby and can throw pie at people's faces without ever missing. Guaranteed headshot." She smiles proud.

"This would be so useful in a cafeteria food fight and then get banned right after its glory. But I so wanna use it!" You whine.

She loves how much you appreciate her inventions. She is secretly working on a 'pleasure' device scented like her to give you - she hopes you'll like it just as much.

Pervert! Mephisto who is actually taken aback by your duality. You're such a mischievous little imp usually but turn so well-mannered in front of Diavolo's esteemed guests.

"So even you can be prim and proper sometimes? If only you could maintain this on the daily." He huffs.

You laugh and mock-bow in front of him. "Of course, anything for you my dearest lord. Would you like to dance with this proper human while you can?"

He blushes at the sudden offer. Why you little- how dare you tempt him like this. You can't complain about him gripping you somewhere improper or too tight. You deserve this for your attitude.

Pervert! Raphael who is still navigating new feelings of lust he's never felt before he met you. Why his heart skips every time you fall asleep on his shoulder or why he felt a sudden warmth at the pit of his stomach feeling you breath so softly into his neck.

"Thank you for helping me tidy the classroom, MC. I didn't even know where the cleaning supplies were."

"That's alright. It's more fun with two people anyway and wait Raphael there's a bucket over the-" The fresh bucket of water already spilled splashing all over both of you.

You immediately fetched a towel to help him dry up but he couldn't stop staring at you instead. With the uniform sticking to your body like and the water glistening on your exposed skin - why was he so enthralled? Why does he feel a strange pulsing between his legs as you hover over him?